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Post by Madoka Mizuno on Aug 25, 2014 3:58:38 GMT
:MADOKA MIzuno:  366 . n/a ♥
the smell of different sugary sweets was intoxicating. glaze glistened on soft, warm donuts; white frosting oozed from the middle of a cupcake torn in two; chocolate melted from the tips of ripe strawberries on the free samples table. and while normally the shop would be overwhelmed with a large amount of costumers, only a few looked around with a twinkle in their eye, weighing the option of whether or not they should keep to their diet or give into temptation.
only the cheerful cries of their children made them give in. a small girl pressed her chubby face against the glass, her brown eyes widening upon seeing all the colorful delectable treats that were on display. she pointed to a cookie in the shape of a bear head and exclaimed that she wanted it; needed it.
"buy one, get another one free!" the clerk said after handing the little munchkin her cookie. but she was too enthralled with her treat to hear his deal. her mother politely declined before her and her daughter exited, just in time for a certain young lady to walk in.
a camera hung around her neck, safe between a stylish tan-colored scarf. pretty honey brown eyes were lit with energy as she scoured the items in the glass below. the clerk didn't even wait for her order as he began to fish out several sweets including amanatto, anpan and the gluttonous daifuku. the treats were already on the counter by the time the girl looked up. for a moment she stared at the male clerk until a humorous smile tugged at her lips.
"thank yooou~ kai!"
after handing him the required amount of yen, she waved good-bye and stepped out with her bag, breathing in the fresh scent of her treats. immediately she made a b-line to a nearby bench, sat down, and dug in. her eyes glistened in awe as she held up a sweet roll. tearing it apart with her fingers, she plopped several small bits into her mouth, and let out a small moan of pleasure.
ooc notes; starters have never been my forte, I apologize ;-;
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Post by Fukurou on Aug 29, 2014 5:39:02 GMT
these rapid eyes
will keep on moving "Uuuugh..."
It didn't take a professor to see this manwas outright tired. If not for the dully groans almost sounding like complaints, then for how he was held: basically slouching, hands needlessly hanging down, limp. His complexion was pretty bad, indicating a bad morning, wavy hair messily sprawled around his neck level. But the most prominent feature would have to be the eyes. Clear bags under them, even if he had slept well this one night, and a slightly irritated stare, frowning eyebrows and eyelids barely up. It would only be missing bloodshots in the eyeballs to mark every detail that could be given upon a tired man's face, but we'll have to do with just that. This person was basically dragging himselfon his feet, very obviously not intended on going too fast. He was mostly alright, physically. What nobody would know however, is how this man didn't want to go through the hassle he's about to get himself into.
What was with these working hours anyway? Why was he made to wake up by earlier than 2 PM? Why did he have to walk around the happy streets at 9 and a half? Only God can tell... Or really, only God and his boss. And probably some other people in charge... Oh well, nothing to do about that. Fukurou clicked his tongue in irritation; he wasn't ready to start his day, but it was hopeless, if he wanted to get some living expenses. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, followed by some groaning murmurs that definitely couldn't be anything good. How could it, coming from someone who looks like that? Would have to be what passerby people would think. But Fukurou was well past the point of caring about that. Yeah, all that mattered now, was when exactly is he going to finish his shift...
The tired man made his way into the lively desserts shop, and made his dull way through the numerous children, picking up a single Anpan treat and hurrying to gobble it down. It was sweet. But of course it was, this shop specialized in sweets... Unfortunately. He then turned towards the clerk. "...Fukuhara, I'm off to wash up. I'll take over in 10 minutes..." He exclaimed, deep voice decisive and firm despite being so... You get the point. With that, Fukurou disappeared behind a door, written 'Staff Only' over an elegant plate. Inside, he washed his face and hair to at least look appropriate before starting his day. The Anpan earlier was to get his blood rushing quicker, to wake himself up. This was so annoying, this routine, the things he needed to do to get by... What can I say? You're living just enough for the city, right?
Fukurou returned by 9:57, wearing the Kawaii Desserts logo over a pink T-shirt. He changed inside, too. Despite going through a regular wake-up routine, he still looked dully tired; unmotivated. Unfitting in this shop. One would have to wonder how he even got this job, someone as... Gloomy as he. Fukurou sat by the counter, eyes following the few customers around this morning. He treated himself to another Anpan, more or less abusing his authority as a staff in the shop. But, it was essential if these guys wanted good service. With as much as he could muster, Fukurou pushed himself into warmly smiling at the people inside. Time to start another troublesome day at work...
"Irashaimase~." ### | @tagged | notes |
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Post by Madoka Mizuno on Sept 5, 2014 23:51:30 GMT
:MADOKA MIzuno: 357 . n/a ♥
a wave of uneasiness overcame as she stared blankly down into her bag of treats. they surrounded her with beady, almost lifeless eyes, waiting for her to make a move. one small slip-up and she was done.
this had happened once before where she had carelessly shared a small donut with them. cautiously they took it, and ever since then they came back because, for whatever reason, they knew she'd give in to their cute, chubby faces and long, bushy tails. she couldn't say no, and not just because she'd feel extremely guilty. they were merciless even if they were at a size disadvantage.
a bead of sweat trailed down her face as a red-ginger shape flashed out from the dense greenery surrounding her. looking up sharply, honey-colored hues met black and a battle of the strongest of wills began.
it went on for a full minute before the small figure took a bold step forward. she shot up from her bench and stared in horror at the advancing free-loaders that trailed after it.
she had lost.
with a pout, a hand reached inside her bag, and she pulled out the last of her treats--a daifuku. her eyes warmed as she stared at it longingly, but she knew that if she took it and ran, they'd follow. so, begrudgingly, she broke it into pieces and flung it to the ground.
"I hate you."
with a simple flick of the tail, the reddish figure began to collect the pieces of food, stuffing it into their mouth, and hurrying away with the others in tow.
crumpling the bag and throwing it into the trash, the young girl grabbed her bag and proceeded to head back into the dessert shop. she'd be damned if she'd let some free-loaders take away her daifuku.
upon reaching the counter, with a lazy pout on her face, she mumbled, "another daifuku please."
ooc notes; so sorry I'm late!! fall is especially busy for me. also, thanks for responding ♥
& if you didn't notice (bc I can be vague sometimes I'm sorry) she was "mugged" by squirrels.
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Post by Fukurou on Sept 7, 2014 2:26:46 GMT
these rapid eyes
will keep on moving It's pretty funny how the simple change in attitude can make Fukurou seem so different than he really is. Handling the customers with a wide smile on his face, as he was instructed, was probably the most tedious of tasks he was doing nowadays. Straining his face like that... It's a wonder how he never got used to it despite more or less being required to do so at any new customer. Maybe it was because he wasn't exactly human anymore, or perhaps due to a much simpler reason, that being his lazy nature and personality. Fukurou's shift started out rather normal: little children screaming about and pleading their parents to buy them snacks, while the salesman by the counter indulges himself in another sugary treat to attempt rush his blood flow. More glucose would mean better functioning, right?
Shortly, a young girl entered the shop. She was pouting for some reason, which Fukurou could only wonder about absent-mindedly as he smiled at her, taking a small bow. "Irashaimase." He said, welcoming the young woman in. Now, that was that; the older man honestly didn't take interest in this girl, she could be pouting because squirrels stole her stuff, for all he cared; she was going to most likely disappear from his life anyway as soon as Fukurou attends her request. But, for Fukurou to manually attend someone's favor or labor, would require something more than just politeness.
From the young girl's words, she was probably coming here often. That, or she only bought something now and wanted another one. Needless to say, her wish was to be granted. The old man put on a friendly smile, looking into the pouting girl's eyes. "Only one Daifuku? Alright. You can take as many as you want from there." Because, why should he walk so far away for barely 10 Yen, when she can go there and make more choices midway. His little, lax spot by the counter was his territory which he was not going to leave anytime soon. Fukurou was also hoping that this stranger would pick up something else, probably from just looking around the store in her way to grab her desired snack. Sometimes it works, people giving in to random things laying on shop shelves.
And so, Fukurou watched; with nothing more than a strained smile and one sentence proving his laziness, he watched. ### | Madoka Mizuno | tbqh, if you'd never explained that it was squirrels, I'm pretty sure I would've been lost. xD Also don't sweat it, you take care of what's important first and then we can get to playing around~ (if I'm around by then) lol; also, thought Imight as well join in~ |
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